And The Oscar Goes To...The Fish

Sunday morning. After meeting Bro for brunch and bellinis but before meeting Bituin and Stan for shopping in SoHo, I have a couple of hours to kill. I head to the theater to see ... drum roll, please ... Into the Blue. Surprisingly, the movie wasn’t that bad. Scott Caan did a pretty good job. And, Paul Walker ... Well, Paul Walker’s acting abilities ... How can I put this nicely? ... He got out-acted by the waves ... And, not to mention, that school of tropical fish sure did a pretty stellar ensemble performance ... oh, and wait a minute, wait a minute ... the Tiger Shark was completely believable in that Eat-the-Blonde-Bimbo-Coke-Whore scene. But, seriously ... if we put aside the performances by the school of tropical fish, the tiger shark, Scott Caan, and Dwayne Adway -- Paul Walker actually wasn’t that bad. And, let’s face it, I didn’t go to Into the Blue to marvel at Paul Walker’s thespian skills. I went to marvel at Paul Walker’s ass. And, his washboard abs. And, those eyes. And, that smile. That smile alone is worth the $10.50 ticket! In case you were wondering, other movies that might warrant my $10.50 when they open later this year: Jarhead, Breakfast on Pluto, Emmanuel's Gift, Walk the Line, Get Rich or Die Tryin', Rent, First Descent, Brokeback Mountain, Memoirs of a Geisha, Fun With Dick and Jane, and Rumor Has It.